The secret ingredient.

A reflection on the worry that comes in the good times and how to combat it.

I am still reeling from what God has done, and been doing in my marriage, community and life. It feels irreverent to move on yet. 

But perhaps that is because I am not supposed to move on yet. 

Perhaps we are supposed to stay in this place of awe-filled reverence when we experience the breakthrough that we have been longing for, praying for. 

Perhaps the tugging in me to move on is actually partly fuelled by the fear that if I stay too long in this place of exuberant thankfulness I won’t have the grit to engage with the everyday nit and grit of life that is bound to come my way. 

Perhaps there is also a fear that at any point I could ‘wake up’ and find this reality ‘just a dream’.

Perhaps I have not yet fully grasped the goodness of God. 

It is a goodness that is unlike anything that I have ever seen or found.

It has no end and has no bounds. 

I deep dive fully expecting to find a bottom to its depths, to find a limit to its edges, or a stopping of its currents. 

But instead I find a never cea…